It was an utterly crazed attack.
It was a suicidal skill, born of the resolve to take someone down with him even if he died. Bor had developed it from his vampire skills, using everything he had to inflict tremendous damage on everything around him.
Once, twice, three times...
The vampire grand duke had lost count. Now, only two figures remained standing in the castle hall: Bor and the vampire grand duke.
The vampire grand duke drained the last of his subordinates dry, giving his ravaged body a little relief. Terror filled his eyes. He wanted to flee, but with Bor's Teleportation ability, escape was nothing more than a fantasy.
He grabbed the intestines spilling from his abdomen and stuffed them back through the wound. Clutching the slowly healing injury, he opened his mouth and rasped:
"Why?"
"Why? Haha... I'll tell you when I come back from the darkness."
Boom...
The vampire grand duke could no longer stand and dropped to one knee. The flesh on his face had been corroded down to the bone, but he no longer had the energy to worry about it.
He watched his surroundings warily, but several seconds passed without that shattering sound that seemed to echo from deep within his soul, or the golden totem, appearing again. All that remained was a floor covered in shredded flesh and piles of white bones.
"He's dead?"
Disbelief crossed the vampire grand duke's face, then gave way to wild delight.
"Haha, I survived!"
He slumped onto the floor, no longer caring about his appearance. His immaculate tailcoat had been completely eaten away, and wounds deep enough to expose bone covered his body.
Even so, a carefree smile remained on his face.
He had survived. As for his subordinates and clansmen, heh, as long as he lived,